Memory - a little story - by Titia
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Old photo of me and Fractal Explorer fractal.
Child.
6 years old?
7 years old?
8 years old?
The sun is shining. Soft and warm.
Slowly, lost in thoughts the little girl walks into the fog.
An island. Oasis of rest, peace, space.
In the grass all kinds of precious gems are glittering.
She sits down in her familiar place.
Above her everything is bright blue.
Below her a feast of colours.
Green. White. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Red.
Grass. Daisy. Clover. Buttercup. Dandelion. Poppy...
Every month new gems. Only the grass... that remains.
Behind her large green plants, a forest at the edge of the island.
Today a lot of daisies are smiling.
Cautiously she gathers a bunch. The stalks must be as long as possible.
She twines a wreath. This is placed as a crown between the white-blonde ringlets.
A smile.
Maybe...?
She stands up and walks to a distant area. A little magical mountain.
Maybe... ?
Luck !
Between some piles of earth and grass, an unknown red flower is growing and blooming.
Cautiously she accepts this precious little gift.
She sits down in her familiar place.
She takes the wreath from her head. Satisfied she entwines the splendid new jewel.
The crown jewel.
She stands up.. A little princess now. A crown with a crown jewel.
Slowly she walks back into the fog to where she had come from...
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11 years old?
12 years old?
13 years old?
Slowly the girl walks to the field. Bicycle in hand.
Neglected meadow. Clouds floating slowly through the grey air.
It is on the verge of raining.
Streets. Cars. Houses. Blocks of flats.
The place where the girl once sat...Grass... still there.
Here and there a dandelion.
A corner filled with nettles.
In another corner a pile of garden waste. Thrown away by local residents.
The rest a trampled down soccer field....
Coming to think of it...
she has always known it was this way...
Eyes are older now...
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17 years old?
18 years old?
19 years old?
A young woman. Cycling.
A chilly wind. Watery sun.
Streets. Cars. Houses. Blocks of flats.
The streets seem to be more grey. The cars more numerous. The houses smaller. The blocks of flats less high.
The part of the meadow where the sun always shone and where jewels abounded .... paved with stones.
A street market instead of the magical mountain and the large fog field.
What once was, never more will be.
Eyes are older now...
Or maybe not... ?
Images never forgotten. Images created with the eyes of a child. The child inside me... Like a Matryoshka. (Russian nested doll)
Love,
Titia
Comments (20)
CarolTate
I like the first poem best. My Free Spirit Astral companion has jewels that can be picked for healing purposes. Your pictures are absolutely fabulous! Blessings, Carol
Sid_Bolero
. maybe one day we go to a place where it's all new again . excellent combination of fractal and photograph. this works so well. splendid artwork
artice
SUPERB COMBO-LOVED THE STORY..SHE IS A REALLY SWEET CHILD...:)
Richardphotos
you fit in there like a kid glove.excellent fractal and you are beautiful
algra
Lief portret van volmaakte onschuld (vast een communiefoto?). Prachtig ingebed in die schitterende fractal omlijsting, zonder dat het geforceerd aandoet. Mooi gedicht heb je er ook bij geplaatst. Excellent werk.
CarolSassy
Very beautiful! Thank you! (:
AntjeVernon
An artwork all in all! Great work, and I really enjoyed reading the lovely poem!
Henny31
very creative image and such a sweet picture of you when you were about 7 I would say. The poem tells so much who you are, a person that SEES beyond most other people.
kansas
A lovely child you were. And a lovely person you are now. Your words tell so much about you. Thank you for sharing.
fractalinda
Beautiful child, Titia, and a beautiful woman- inside and out. You are a wise, insightful woman, but still the young child; your beauty and depth is evident in everything you create- in both your imagery and writing. This is a moving commentary on the seasons of life and how we come full circle and back to the wonder of it all.
daali
you were one pretty child but now you are best one...... a splendid woman .... within love
visionart
Excellentt Presentation!!
DennisReed
Beautiful frame to your lovely Childhood picture! Most charming! ;) Wonderful story too, as it has the real truth within, We only grow old and blind if we choose to. Continue to look through your Child's eyes! Bravo Titia!
npauling
Lovely picture of your childhood from the picture to the poem. Sometimes it would be nice to be young again but I am happy how my life is now, even though my bones creak.
LightArtFractals
Very pretty picture, and a wonderful poetic naration.
DreamersWish
What can I say? I very heartfelt description of life and a most beautifully place little girl in a most beautifully created fractal! You are a true wonderful woman!
VDH
Prachtige compositie! Heeft zeker een heel grote emotionele waarde voor jou! Je brengt mij ook op een id Titia! Dank je!!
Dindin
Titia ,it`s so beautiful your description of how a small child sees the world and how it changes when we get older ,but we are lucky to have a fractal world in which ,no matter how old we get we can still discover beauty and magic . I love the way you decorated the portait of you as a young girl .
Jennyfnf
Dennis is correct. Your way is the right one. Always look through the eyes of the child you were and no-one can erase the memories.
amirapsp
Always Awesome Art...Hugs